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His plan wasn't forming. Mikey couldn't think of one, besides the obvious: Knock on the damn door and see what happens. But his father told him to at least try to remain somewhat cautious and to use his 'grey' matter at times. Mike wondered, however, if this was an appropriate time to be thinking such thoughts. The worst case scenario was that they completely forgot who he was, besides the fact that he was some rando Nephilim. That would be embarrassing. Then again, it would be much more fun for him to reintroduce himself all over again. It was alway so much fun getting to know new people. So he knocked on the door.

"Hello?" He said, knocking 5 times. They were probably a bit louder than he had originally planned on, but who planned nowadays. While he waited for a response, he turned to watch a growing battle down the street. Some guy that looked like he was from the East was being really cocky, yelling loud stuff about how he was so great. Michael rolled his eyes and laughed to himself. That guy must be an entertainer, one of those traveling sword fighters who makes a massive act out of there fighting.